She & Grief

A friend wrote this after she came to meet me in G’s native place. I am touched! Sharing here with her permission…

She spoke and spoke

Of memories of both of them

All in the very hope

That she wouldn’t forget them.

Rain fell and the sun shone

But she had no recollection

She only cared about her phone

As she had all of him in that collection!

Grief is a funny thing

At first it hits you like a rock

It then has you in a sling,

And all it does is mock.

Some are strong, some not so

Some throw the rock back right at grief

Most making it part of their bio

And suffer like a meek.

But not she. She had grief by her hands

She was going to beat it black and blue

After all, life is like starlit white sands

With grief and joy both in its hue.



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